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From: Stacey Marchenkova
To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@printthis.com >
Sent: Friday, May 7th, 1999 11:29 AM
Subject: RE RE RE RE RE RE RE WOW You’re up early
Dom, I just want to prepare you…I might not be there tonight…
having a moment of panic…I kinda feel sick and I’m not sure - but this morning, I think I saw a rash forming on my skin that looks like letters…I’m not joking…I looked in the mirror and I swear I could see the word ‘doubt’…
and not only that I could see punctuation too…a semi colon…really…and it made me think of time and rhythm and perhaps I was truly betraying my values…that maybe this moment we had decided to share was an semi colon…a break in the random pattern where anything can happen…a moment to take it in…pause…reflect…and then start to fear, hate, judge and doubt…fuck I’m sure it said doubt…
So I bought some camomile lotion and it seemed to calm me a little…I even drank a little of it and feel better… :)
But if it flares up again:
I’m going to smash all the clocks,
toast some bread,
make a tent out of my doona
and stay home in bed.
And truly it has nothing to do with you…you wouldn’t want to spend the night with a fuck-up like me anyway.
Anxiously
Stace’
Ps or maybe the collectives for collectives could be… a church of collectives…?
